Almighty Sweet Queen is Really Rich!-Chapter 874: Your Charity, My Self-Deception

The doctor arrived quickly, a typical Western doctor.

As soon as he walked in, Feng Huaijin tugged Su Li’s hand and said, "Help handle this."

The doctor looked at Su Li’s scratched palm with some bloodstains, then at the handsome Eastern gentleman’s severely injured right arm, his expression gradually turning strange.

"Sir, are you sure? I think your arm is dozens of times more serious than this lady’s scratch."

Su Li was about to say she was fine when Feng Huaijin coldly interrupted, "I told you to treat her wound first, so do it. Why ask questions?"

The Western doctor gave an awkward smile, nodded, and took out disinfectant alcohol and cotton swabs to treat Su Li’s wound.

When the alcohol landed on the wound, she didn’t feel any pain.

Su Li instantly thought of Mo Si Huang... Shouldn’t the pain be his? Maybe Senior Brother took it on for her?

Su Li felt slightly guilty thinking of Mo Si Huang, but it’s just such a small wound... Senior Brother shouldn’t be angry, right?

Looking at the wound, which could almost be described as "small," Su Li hesitated for a moment and then abandoned the idea of mentioning it to Mo Si Huang.

Hua Country, An City

Agent Brother Hao looked distressedly at the shattered wine bottle on the floor, the rich wine spreading all over, the aroma filling the air.

Brother Hao squatted down, delicately using his thumb and forefinger to carefully place the glass shards into the trash can, muttering, "Little Si, what happened to you? This wine cost sixty-eight thousand a bottle, and you were holding it just fine, how did it break? Don’t come over, I’ll clean it up for you."

Mo Si Huang stood alone at the window, gazing at the pitch-black night, his cold eyes showing no light.

Seeing Mo Si Huang not answering, Brother Hao tidied up the area on his own before walking over.

Brother Hao’s eyes were sharp, spotting the blood trickling down from Mo Si Huang’s scratched palm, "Little Si, what happened to your hand? Does it hurt?"

Originally thinking Mo Si Huang wouldn’t respond, he suddenly heard a low chuckle: "It hurts."

It hurts!

Mo Si Huang said it hurts!

He often got hurt filming on set, but never complained about the pain, always bearing it all himself.

So his fans had always been very concerned about him.

At this moment, he actually said it hurts?

Brother Hao immediately rushed forward to grab Mo Si Huang’s hand, but he instead placed both hands on the windowsill, reaching out, watching a drop of blood fall from his slender fingertip into the darkness.

Mo Si Huang lightly raised his hand to support his forehead, letting out a cold laugh.

"Looks like a minor wound, much lighter than those on set... If you’re really worried, let’s have a doctor take a look."

Mo Si Huang answered unrelatedly, murmuring, "She went to M Country to find Feng Huaijin."

Brother Hao hesitated, was he talking about Miss Su Li?

Brother Hao was somewhat confused about Mo Si Huang and Su Li’s relationship—couple? Definitely not, these two couldn’t possibly be a couple. Relatives? Their atmosphere was weird, but it was decent some time ago. He just couldn’t figure it out.

Mo Si Huang scoffed at the blood on his palm, even this blood is probably shed for Feng Huaijin.

Yes, this wound doesn’t hurt, he’s just making a big deal out of it!

Su Li was just unintentional.

But, if she can bleed once for Feng Huaijin, there’s no guarantee it won’t happen a second or third time! 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Mo Si Huang murmured lowly, "The so-called bond of kinship is merely your charity, a self-deception of mine. I’m nothing but a tool for you to dispose of in your stead."